Tom had placed a single red rose on a cushion in the middle of the bed, a small, but perfect gesture of his love for me. I sat on the bed, picked up t...e rose and sighed; it was so beautiful, not only visually, but in what it represented. But I couldn't take it home with me as I could not risk my husband seeing it. Tom was the man I was falling in love with, but he was not the man I was married to. We had met a few months back, when he came to my home to advise my husband and myself on some. I don't know you." Then we need to remedy that" and he offered me his hand and helped me to my feet. "We can go downstairs and take advantage of the keg or we can go someplace a little more private; like maybe a booth at Angie's" I don't think so. I'm not leaving this place with someone I don't know and have never seen before." We need to correct that then" he said and he turned and called out "Hey, Charlie" and Charlie Briggs, who at the time had his cock in Pauline's mouth looked our way and. Well, my son and I ended up just where you'd expect, in bed with each other, with his nice, long cock exactly where you'd expect it, deep inside where he came out of fifteen years earlier.So, I began fucking my son every chance we could get. He was a wonderful and skilled lover, he hasn't dated a whole lot so I had wondered just how he had honed his sexual skills when he told me he was also fucking both his sisters, the older one, Tammy, and the younger, Jennifer.Well, after that, Brad was. These intense waves, are they of pain or of pleasure? Both, it seems, although any roughness now would make the experience unbearable.Her lips travel to the other nipple, this time a tiny bite causing me to gasp; then I feel a tongue tracing the skin of my breasts."I shall kiss where you are marked from the crop strokes, tigger, so you shall know where they are, even though you cannot see them. The marks will fade soon, but perhaps the memories of these kisses will not?"I find my belly.